Now, B and I work very hard for a living. She diligently rolls around in gold and silver coins all day, while I’m essentially a lunch-bags-full-of-drugs- and IUD-slinger. Luckily, both of us have access to Google Talk while at work, which permits us to pretend that we’ve both made careers out of cracking up alone in our workspaces like a coupl’a taints.
This, combined with the fact that we both have Android phones welded to our wrists, hopefully explains the obscene amount of chatlog content coming your way. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do.
To get the ball rolling, a bit from 6/27/11, which I’m calling “Genesis,” because I do what I want.
I love us.
K: i think i'm going to have a meaty sandwich for dinneri feel cloudyB: Yummy.K: i like the idea of feeling like a weather pattern better than i expectedB: :-)K: tune me outi'm well aware of how ridiculous i amB: Cloudy with a chance of bitchK: HA!B: I like that a lot.K: we seriously need to start a 'shit my wife says' blogi'll start it if you'll join me on the crazy trainB: Bring it on.K: bring that lappy to the laundromat and we'll make it happenB: Can doodle doK: :-D
I love us.